such were the images which paraded before my eyes

the realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, - not the material of my every-day existence - but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.edgar allan poe - berenice - a tale - 1835here began for me what i shall call the overflow of dream into real life. from this point on, everything at times

the sublunar light with its softened colours

at times octavian even imagined he could see indistinct human forms flitting among the shadows, but they dissolved the moment they passed into the moonlit parts of the street. low whispering and indefinite murmurs drifted upon the silence. the solitary visitor at first attributed them to some nervous flicker of the eye, some tingling in his ears. or perhaps they were merely a trick of the